He looked at me for a long time, first with concern at my sudden panic, then something else. It was the something else that made my skin tingle with longing. I flipped the drain and stood up, water sluicing down my body, as I stepped over the edge of the big tub. I moved to where he stood, holding out his plush gray robe for me. I stepped close to him, but didn’t take it, just stood in front of him, close enough to touch. Wanting so badly to touch.
When I didn’t take the robe, he opened his eyes, meeting mine with a look of slight confusion that slowly darkened to match the desire I knew had to be radiating off of me. He lowered his gaze to sweep down my body, then back up. He tilted his head to the side, a question. I nodded.
His hands slid down my arms to rest on my waist, pulling me closer. My breasts brushed his chest, and my nipples tightened at the feel of his strong body under his buttery soft t-shirt. I didn’t want buttery soft, I wanted his hard muscles pressing against me, his crisp chest hairs flattened between our bodies. I ran my hands up under the edge of his shirt, flattening my palms against his washboard stomach. He sucked in a breath and goosebumps rose on his bare arms, despite how steamy it was in the bathroom. I kept moving my hands up his chest to curve around his shoulders as I leaned into him. His own hands moved further down my waist to grip my hips, his knee nudging my legs apart.
I sighed and tipped my head back, my eyes falling closed at the feel of his fingers moving around my back to cup me and pull me flush to his body. I felt his thick, hard bulge press against my core, and I turned liquid against him when his lips touched mine.
“I’ve been thinking about this since that night in Mexico,” he said after too brief of a kiss.
“Me too,” I confessed, rising onto my toes and wrapping my hands around his neck to pull him back down to me for more.
As his tongue parted my lips, he gripped me tighter and lifted me off the ground. My legs went around him as if they belonged there, and he carried me out of the bathroom. The much cooler air of the bedroom made me shiver, and he set me on my feet, his hands moving up and down my arms to warm me. I pushed his t-shirt back up, and he let me go long enough to get it over his head. I had to pause a moment to admire his chiseled body, my mouth going dry and my pussy getting very, very wet.
I tugged at the button on his jeans, but he pulled me close again, claiming my mouth once more in a deep, searing kiss. I was the furthest thing from too cold anymore. I was burning up for Will. We moved in tandem toward the bed and, when his legs hit the side of it, he paused, looking down at me. He traced my lower lip with his thumb and then leaned down to nibble where he’d just touched.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
I nodded, back to pulling on his jeans. “More than sure.”
He grabbed me around my hips, pulling me close again, his hands sliding down my backside. He moaned as he dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, reaching lower to wrap around my thighs and drag me closer to his cock. I knew he had to be throbbing inside his pants. I leaned back as he drew his tongue down my throat to trace around each nipple. A surge of desire coursed downward, and I pushed him away enough to finally get his jeans open.
His big cock bounced free into my eagerly waiting hand. He drew in a sharp breath when I stroked him from the base to the tip, running my fingertips across the slick moisture there. I was mesmerized for a moment, watching him throb in my palm, big and hard and ready to burst. He pulled me onto the bed, and we landed with a soft thud, laughing softly as we sank into the thick comforter. He leaned to bring his mouth to my lips, then along my jaw and back down to my breasts, feverishly covering me with kisses as his hand slid between my thighs.
I reached for his cock, so ready for him, but he gently moved my hand aside, easing his fingers inside me. I moaned and felt a blush rising up my cheeks as he stared intently at my face while he worked my body with his fingers.
“I just want to touch you for a minute,” he said, dropping his head to kiss me at the same time he ran his fingers up to circle my swollen clit.
I gasped at the rush of pleasure building up. “Take as long as you like.”
He chuckled a little. The sound alone drove me closer to the edge, but his fingers were like magic. I was stuck between impatience for what I knew he could do and wanting it to last forever. The thought that he might think this was another mistake on his part tried to wedge itself into my little corner of pure bliss, and I punted it away. I didn’t care. I honestly didn’t care as long as he kept doing what he was doing. I would deal with everything else later.
“You’re so beautiful, Bailey,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. I arched into his hand and moaned against his lips. “I think that all the time. I thought it when I first saw you in the park.”
I didn’t have the strength to thank him for the compliment or admit how gorgeous I thought he was, looking down at me after I fainted from exhaustion and hunger. I’d come a long way in a short amount of time, my life changing completely for the better. And it was all because of Will.
His free hand rose to my breast, and he ran his thumb across my nipple, drawing it to a tight bud and sending shockwaves down to meet his fingers there. I tried to reach for him again, opening my eyes to give him a pleading look.
“I want you so much,” I said breathlessly. I was so close to the brink, and he was pushing me closer with every stroke of his fingertips.
“Come for me first,” he said in a low rumble.
His lips met mine, and his tongue entered my mouth as his fingers slid inside my body. My mind went blank as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I twisted my head to the side and cried out as he continued to drive me relentlessly to euphoria.
“Don’t make me wait anymore,” I said, when I was recovered enough to speak at all.
His smile was both smug and heartbreakingly tender, and I took him by the shoulders and held on while I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing his hard length right where I wanted it. I rubbed against him, giving him my own smug smile when his eyes rolled back in his head.
With a happy grunt, he reached between us and guided his cock to my opening, leaning down to kiss me as he continued to tease me.
“You’re only torturing yourself,” I whispered, nipping at his lower lip.
“I just don’t think I can ever get enough of you,” he said, still rubbing sinuously against my wet heat.
I felt another orgasm building from his words and his movements and became even greedier for him to be inside me. I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and drew him close to kiss him, tangling my tongue with his until he moaned. Finally, finally he drove his cock deep inside me.
I gasped at the feel of him filling me, reveling in every hard thrust, as I held on while he took his pleasure in my body. I breathed him in, tasting the salty sweat on his neck, storing up every sensation just in case. I once again refused to think that it might be the last time we did this. We were too good together. The thought was impossible and had to be rejected.
I could tell he was getting close and ran my hands down his sides, holding him tight with my thighs. He rested his head against my shoulder, panting and smiling.